Whoops!! Too Too Fun on 2/22

This is an excerpt from a current WIP, Tunnel Vision for the Whoops! Blogfest. This one appealed to me because it wasn't romance. LOL I'm horrible with love at first sight, first kisses and fluttery tummies. Have fun!

Moira stepped out of the shower and wrapped her long black hair in a towel. She stood at the sink, staring at the foggy mirror when she heard the cackle of Todd's radio in his room. She stepped closer to the door, straining to hear. It didn't sound like Todd was in his room; she couldn't hear the tapping of his light fingers on the keyboard. She cracked the door open slowly when she heard a man's voice come through the speaker.

"The subjects....here." His voice sounded strained and the static interfered with his sentence.

She had to hear this, she knew it. With her eyes on the staircase to the left, she darted across the hall, but misjudged her entrance to Todd's room and hit the doorway with the right half of her body. The towel she had wrapped around her slipped and she grasped at the edges before it could slide down her legs.

"I didn't....report...right now." Carla's voice struggled through the radio.

Moira recovered the towel and leaped over a pile of clothes next to Todd's computer. She managed to land on the rolling chair and crash into the table where the radio sat. She squeezed her eyes shut and hoped that no one was in the house.

"No, it's not.....right now," came the other man's voice.

She turned the squelch knob and a high pitched squeal filled the room. "Shit," she cursed aloud. She cranked the knob the other direction until the squealing stopped. Papers fluttered under the table and she bent down to retrieve them when she heard Todd behind her.

"What the hell are you doing?"

She jumped, hitting her head on the bottom of the table and knocking herself out of the chair she was precariously balanced on. The towel stayed with the chair. "You scared me half to death!" She reached for the towel stuck to the chair and yanked. The chair rebounded off the table, leaving her startled with a towel in her hand, but exposed to the room.

"I'm not looking." Todd spun around.

Moira wished they had invented the time machine. She crawled out from under the table and wrapped the towel around her. "It's okay."

He turned back to face her. "I want to know what you were doing."